ssa
e Blackwood Pack. Taller than the rumo
in his grip didn't shrink him-it sharpened him
he deepest part of my soul. C
last life I was murdered on the e
e stories, lived through the aftermath-that this man, for all his ferocity, was the o
ut the growl of a wounded beast. I knew
into a single, burning point.
-on. For an Omega to meet an Alpha's eyes was
ssed his face before the
id, clear and firm. "I k
Mills, if memory served-
ssed thin. He didn't c
could smell the cedar and, beneath it, a bu
ed him dead in the eye, and
I accept you, Constantine Witt, a
like a stone into still water. Nash
He had not expected this. Not th
s cane went white.
s mind was resisting. The wa
e saying? Do you know who I am? A cripple whose temper i
like stones, testing
dy nearly brushed his chest. "I know," I said softly.
and laid my fingers over the back of
d between us, and
le I could almost hear through ou
his eyes betrayed him. Shock. Con
st objective was comple
hard moment, as if trying
, Omega," he
what I want
d a new lif
ash. Bring her. It seems the Clay P
. He ha
s way" gesture, awe and cur
back. Straight. Proud.
ates are bound. You will be my
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